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5amisthenew7am · 2025-06-01T05:06:00+00:00

We’ve just got back from what I think was our worst holiday ever. It rained heavily for 6 days out of 7 The kids fought all day, every day I had to keep logging on for work because of a crisis situation We went with my parents who made every excuse not to spend time with us and basically just took themselves off for lovely day trips without us. They didn’t lift a finger to help Me and one DC both got D&V The pool at the villa was absolutely freezing with giant bugs in it so nobody wanted to do any swimming Our flights were delayed there and back We actually went somewhere really beautiful and I’d been looking forward to it for months. The trip cost so much money and I honestly have never been so happy to get home. I would love to hear others stories to make me feel better!

Aliflowers · 02/06/2025 22:58

SharpMintUser · 02/06/2025 19:05

Club Mac?

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We used the waterpark there one year. It was the nearest waterpark to where we were staying and only realised once we arrived it was part of the hotel complex. All I can say is never ever would I stay there. The trip advisor reviews are enlightening

GertrudePerkinsPaperyThing · 02/06/2025 23:03

Also I’m now singing my own approximation of the mutha fucker song

montelbano · 02/06/2025 23:07

Have travelled quite extensively across North Africa and the Middle East and it is sad to read that so many had awful experiences. However, all the holidays I have been on have been archaeological or culturally based, travelling to the interior of the countries, well away from tourist resorts. Generally the locals and hotel staff were polite. welcoming- and helpful. Got stared at but rarely hassled. The local food was fantastic even in the hotels, with few concessions for tourists,

juggleit · 02/06/2025 23:11

Aposterhasnoname · 01/06/2025 07:17

I’ve posted this before.

Dom Rep in February. Plane going out was delayed for many hours because they couldn’t open the hold doors and get the previous passengers luggage out.

Arrived very late at night and went straight to bed. Got up the next morning and it was raining, heavily. All trips were cancelled due to the weather, and for some bizarre reason the entertainment team cancelled everything too. You’d think they’d arrange games or something in the bar, but nope, they just sat around playing loud rap music all day. Anyway, it was an all inclusive hotel so we went to the bar, along with everyone else. I don’t think the entertainment team spoke great English because one of the songs they were playing contained the lyrics “ if you’re scared mutha fucka, go to church” they obviously liked this one, because they played it frequently. This was a family hotel by the way, we were alone, but there were many families with kids around.

So the first day passed in a drunken haze, and we got up the next day, raring to start the holiday properly. Nope, still raining, back to the bar we went, and back to the mouth fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song, next day, well, you get the idea. By now people, including the kids were singing along. The entertainment clearly though that this was a popular activity, so played the song even more frequently.

Day five of the holiday was my birthday, so we got up and went to the bar for the daily group sing along. At 5pm everything started swaying, so we thought we’d drunk enough and returned to our room, our ground floor, beach front room, and switched on the tv. The Haitian earthquake had just happened, and the Dom Rep was on a Tsunami warning. We went to reception to ask what we should do, blank looks all around, so we went to the bar and a few told other people and word got round. Don’t forget, everyone had been drinking solidly for six days, so reactions varied from don’t give a shit, to complete melt down panic. We, and a few others, decided to head for higher ground, so squelched out way to the top of the hill across the road, where we stood in the pouring rain dolefully singing muthafucka for about an hour, before realising nothing was going to happen, so we squelched back down and went to bed.

The next day, the rain stopped, but the majority of the staff were Haitian and had relatives there, so were understandably very worried. It didn’t feel right enjoying ourselves while the staff were so upset, so the last week was a very muted affair.

Finally it was time leave, and we boarded the plane. There was a baby screaming just a couple of rows in front of us. The pilot announced we’d have to wait for a doctor to check the baby was ok to fly, this took an hour and a half. Finally given the ok, we started taxiing to the runway, the baby was still screaming. Some bloke jumped up marched down the plane and shouted shut that brat up or I will, or words to that general effect, in the mothers face. The father naturally came to her defence and squared up to him. The plane ended up going back to the terminal for aggressive bloke to be removed.

Never been so glad to get home in my life.

Your brilliant account made me roar!
The funniest post in a long time on MN. The mutha fucka song really got me 😆
so glad you survived and made it home 😎

TicTac80 · 02/06/2025 23:14

I've been lucky with the holidays I've been on - nothing too disastrous happening!!

I think the worst ones have been where XH wrecked them because of his drinking/behaviour. Luckily(?), he'd go AWOL and I'd just do stuff with the DC. Also, they were all in the UK (so no huge amounts of ££s spent). I just do holidays with DC and our friends these days - much nicer and way easier!

forgotmyusername1 · 02/06/2025 23:22

We went on a cheap wowcher holiday to spain in an April

The only people in the hotel was myself and my husband and a couple of girls

The resort was deserted. The pool was empty (there were a couple of dogs running around the bottom when we got there). There were no sun loungers, beach was shut, everything was shut, there were no busses. The girls asked us when we were going home and when we said the date (a few days before them) they asked if they could come with us

Spent quite a lot of time in our room watching mtv as only chanel in English.

We were there 4 days. It felt longer.

tartyflette · 02/06/2025 23:37

VWT5 · 02/06/2025 08:43

It was just utter chaos at Stansted, 20,000 people affected they speculated, I think aircrew would have been out of hours so after delaying they had to just depart.
I gather it was worse with Ryanair, apparently they just took off at the scheduled times - but with empty aircraft as passengers were stuck for hours in the crush is what we heard.

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That doesn't surprise me one bit. I used to live about 15 minutes from Stansted and avoided flying from there if at all possible. The airport management had form.
A few years ago I dropped my DH and his pal off there for a skiing trip to Italy.
It was late February and it snowed overnight but DH fixed the snow chains to the car tyres and off we went off, at about 5.00 am for a 7.30 flight. The drive to the airport was not fun but I made it in plenty or time for them to drop bags off etc.
Except ... it was immediately apparent that Departures was in chaos with absolutely humungous queues to get through security. Hardly any staff had made it in to work.

The queue for security quickly became even more chaotic and the airport police (machine guns at the ready) had to restore order. People were pushing and shoving, shouting and swearing -- even the armed police were being shoved and jostled!
Eventually they restored order (still hardly any airport security staff around) and DH and his friend got through and sprinted to the plane.
Only to find their bags had been offloaded onto the tarmac and the plane was about to leave the stand. But they let them on and the plane took off about three hours late.
Colossal cock up by the airport management who clearly had no emergency or weather contingency plans in place at all. It wasn't even very heavy snow -- significant but not really heavy. But apparently enough to block the M11.

forgotmyusername1 · 02/06/2025 23:37

Aposterhasnoname · 01/06/2025 07:17

I’ve posted this before.

Dom Rep in February. Plane going out was delayed for many hours because they couldn’t open the hold doors and get the previous passengers luggage out.

Arrived very late at night and went straight to bed. Got up the next morning and it was raining, heavily. All trips were cancelled due to the weather, and for some bizarre reason the entertainment team cancelled everything too. You’d think they’d arrange games or something in the bar, but nope, they just sat around playing loud rap music all day. Anyway, it was an all inclusive hotel so we went to the bar, along with everyone else. I don’t think the entertainment team spoke great English because one of the songs they were playing contained the lyrics “ if you’re scared mutha fucka, go to church” they obviously liked this one, because they played it frequently. This was a family hotel by the way, we were alone, but there were many families with kids around.

So the first day passed in a drunken haze, and we got up the next day, raring to start the holiday properly. Nope, still raining, back to the bar we went, and back to the mouth fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song, next day, well, you get the idea. By now people, including the kids were singing along. The entertainment clearly though that this was a popular activity, so played the song even more frequently.

Day five of the holiday was my birthday, so we got up and went to the bar for the daily group sing along. At 5pm everything started swaying, so we thought we’d drunk enough and returned to our room, our ground floor, beach front room, and switched on the tv. The Haitian earthquake had just happened, and the Dom Rep was on a Tsunami warning. We went to reception to ask what we should do, blank looks all around, so we went to the bar and a few told other people and word got round. Don’t forget, everyone had been drinking solidly for six days, so reactions varied from don’t give a shit, to complete melt down panic. We, and a few others, decided to head for higher ground, so squelched out way to the top of the hill across the road, where we stood in the pouring rain dolefully singing muthafucka for about an hour, before realising nothing was going to happen, so we squelched back down and went to bed.

The next day, the rain stopped, but the majority of the staff were Haitian and had relatives there, so were understandably very worried. It didn’t feel right enjoying ourselves while the staff were so upset, so the last week was a very muted affair.

Finally it was time leave, and we boarded the plane. There was a baby screaming just a couple of rows in front of us. The pilot announced we’d have to wait for a doctor to check the baby was ok to fly, this took an hour and a half. Finally given the ok, we started taxiing to the runway, the baby was still screaming. Some bloke jumped up marched down the plane and shouted shut that brat up or I will, or words to that general effect, in the mothers face. The father naturally came to her defence and squared up to him. The plane ended up going back to the terminal for aggressive bloke to be removed.

Never been so glad to get home in my life.

The song is 'go to church' by ice cube... if you want to relive your holiday

Hedgingmybetching · 02/06/2025 23:40

Not really a holiday from hell but the wrong sort of holiday for a 4 year old. Took DC (with DH and 79 year old Mum) to a nice village in France for a week in an Airbnb. There was a festival, related to my hobby, that I've been 3 times to before kids and had some of the absolute best holidays in the past. It just didn't work, it wasn't as child friendly as I thought it might be and DC was bored and uninterested (even though my hobby is very child friendly on the surface), the weather was a bit rubbish and rainy even though it was June and whenever we went to a restaurant DC was restless and we had to rush and leave as to not be a nuisance. My Mum also did her back in on the holiday as there was alot of walking.

As much as it wasn't really my thing before kids, think we'll be sticking to beachy resorts and half board or AI in nice hotels with pools, kids clubs and mini discos. Those have been the most successful holidays since having DC.

OneFineDay13 · 02/06/2025 23:41

Aposterhasnoname · 01/06/2025 07:17

I’ve posted this before.

Dom Rep in February. Plane going out was delayed for many hours because they couldn’t open the hold doors and get the previous passengers luggage out.

Arrived very late at night and went straight to bed. Got up the next morning and it was raining, heavily. All trips were cancelled due to the weather, and for some bizarre reason the entertainment team cancelled everything too. You’d think they’d arrange games or something in the bar, but nope, they just sat around playing loud rap music all day. Anyway, it was an all inclusive hotel so we went to the bar, along with everyone else. I don’t think the entertainment team spoke great English because one of the songs they were playing contained the lyrics “ if you’re scared mutha fucka, go to church” they obviously liked this one, because they played it frequently. This was a family hotel by the way, we were alone, but there were many families with kids around.

So the first day passed in a drunken haze, and we got up the next day, raring to start the holiday properly. Nope, still raining, back to the bar we went, and back to the mouth fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song, next day, well, you get the idea. By now people, including the kids were singing along. The entertainment clearly though that this was a popular activity, so played the song even more frequently.

Day five of the holiday was my birthday, so we got up and went to the bar for the daily group sing along. At 5pm everything started swaying, so we thought we’d drunk enough and returned to our room, our ground floor, beach front room, and switched on the tv. The Haitian earthquake had just happened, and the Dom Rep was on a Tsunami warning. We went to reception to ask what we should do, blank looks all around, so we went to the bar and a few told other people and word got round. Don’t forget, everyone had been drinking solidly for six days, so reactions varied from don’t give a shit, to complete melt down panic. We, and a few others, decided to head for higher ground, so squelched out way to the top of the hill across the road, where we stood in the pouring rain dolefully singing muthafucka for about an hour, before realising nothing was going to happen, so we squelched back down and went to bed.

The next day, the rain stopped, but the majority of the staff were Haitian and had relatives there, so were understandably very worried. It didn’t feel right enjoying ourselves while the staff were so upset, so the last week was a very muted affair.

Finally it was time leave, and we boarded the plane. There was a baby screaming just a couple of rows in front of us. The pilot announced we’d have to wait for a doctor to check the baby was ok to fly, this took an hour and a half. Finally given the ok, we started taxiing to the runway, the baby was still screaming. Some bloke jumped up marched down the plane and shouted shut that brat up or I will, or words to that general effect, in the mothers face. The father naturally came to her defence and squared up to him. The plane ended up going back to the terminal for aggressive bloke to be removed.

Never been so glad to get home in my life.

Horrific!! The mutha fucka bit though 🤣🤣

OneFineDay13 · 02/06/2025 23:45

hammyhamster72 · 01/06/2025 08:15

Cuba, even without a period of national mourning.

LOL

Hairisbad · 02/06/2025 23:50

Menorca staying in self catering apartments.
Owner wanted to physically fight anyone who even spoke about a complaint, at one point he challenged a 12 year old because he said he was bored.
No surprising the complex changed ownership the next year.

Nanny0gg · 02/06/2025 23:59

SparklyGlitterballs · 01/06/2025 06:33

Toss up between:

Morocco approx 43 years ago on an 18-30 holiday (I was 18). Went to a place called Camp Africa where the accommodation was these tiny stone huts with thatched roofs. Came down with diarrhoea after a camel ride/beach picnic. On the coach trip back from the excursion they stopped off at a little village place and before we even got there I was desperate for the loo. Village had one little cafe with a toilet and it was the most disgusting thing ever - shit everywhere (toilet/walls etc) and no toilet tissue anyway so I couldn't use it. Had to clench my buttock muscles like they've never been clenched before and never ever have I been so relieved as I was when we got back to the camp. A few days later there was a fire and a few of the hut roofs burned down. Was really scary as it started spreading. Went home from that holiday a stone lighter.

Spain in October half term about 22 years ago. Two very young children in pushchairs. It rained just about every day from day 2, and was much colder than we expected. We hadn't packed enough clothes for cold/wet weather and had to go shopping for jumpers, trousers and raincoats. Nothing much to do as it was a beach resort so we either stayed in the apartment or went to the shopping centre. Kids were miserable and cried a lot. It was a loooonng week.

I went to Camp Africa (or similar)in Morocco about 10 years before you. Really basic (and I don't do basic!) plus one or two potentially hair-raising activities and it turned into one of the best holidays ever and I have fabulous memories!

Salumthecat · 03/06/2025 01:13

Aposterhasnoname · 01/06/2025 07:17

I’ve posted this before.

Dom Rep in February. Plane going out was delayed for many hours because they couldn’t open the hold doors and get the previous passengers luggage out.

Arrived very late at night and went straight to bed. Got up the next morning and it was raining, heavily. All trips were cancelled due to the weather, and for some bizarre reason the entertainment team cancelled everything too. You’d think they’d arrange games or something in the bar, but nope, they just sat around playing loud rap music all day. Anyway, it was an all inclusive hotel so we went to the bar, along with everyone else. I don’t think the entertainment team spoke great English because one of the songs they were playing contained the lyrics “ if you’re scared mutha fucka, go to church” they obviously liked this one, because they played it frequently. This was a family hotel by the way, we were alone, but there were many families with kids around.

So the first day passed in a drunken haze, and we got up the next day, raring to start the holiday properly. Nope, still raining, back to the bar we went, and back to the mouth fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song. Next day, raining, mutha fucka song, next day, well, you get the idea. By now people, including the kids were singing along. The entertainment clearly though that this was a popular activity, so played the song even more frequently.

Day five of the holiday was my birthday, so we got up and went to the bar for the daily group sing along. At 5pm everything started swaying, so we thought we’d drunk enough and returned to our room, our ground floor, beach front room, and switched on the tv. The Haitian earthquake had just happened, and the Dom Rep was on a Tsunami warning. We went to reception to ask what we should do, blank looks all around, so we went to the bar and a few told other people and word got round. Don’t forget, everyone had been drinking solidly for six days, so reactions varied from don’t give a shit, to complete melt down panic. We, and a few others, decided to head for higher ground, so squelched out way to the top of the hill across the road, where we stood in the pouring rain dolefully singing muthafucka for about an hour, before realising nothing was going to happen, so we squelched back down and went to bed.

The next day, the rain stopped, but the majority of the staff were Haitian and had relatives there, so were understandably very worried. It didn’t feel right enjoying ourselves while the staff were so upset, so the last week was a very muted affair.

Finally it was time leave, and we boarded the plane. There was a baby screaming just a couple of rows in front of us. The pilot announced we’d have to wait for a doctor to check the baby was ok to fly, this took an hour and a half. Finally given the ok, we started taxiing to the runway, the baby was still screaming. Some bloke jumped up marched down the plane and shouted shut that brat up or I will, or words to that general effect, in the mothers face. The father naturally came to her defence and squared up to him. The plane ended up going back to the terminal for aggressive bloke to be removed.

Never been so glad to get home in my life.

I remember your last post very very well…

I read it to DP and we both found it hilarious, we googled the song and listened together.

The problem is that song is actually surprisingly catchy - also DP is Iranian.

I had to keep a very close eye on him after I noticed at home it seemed to be stuck in his head. I realised it wasn’t suitable for an Asian man from a Muslim country to be singing “if you are scared go to church” 😂.

Luckily I managed to make him aware that it might make people in our very small town a bit wary if he was to sing it out loud. I did suggest singing it at karaoke when we were drunk one night but luckily he had more common sense!

changeme4this · 03/06/2025 01:13

in my early 20’s the person I was with at the time decided we would go on a motorbike holiday. He didn’t have any side or luggage bags for the bike, so I had quite a large backpack which was bloody uncomfortable to wear when you are a hunched over passenger.

it rained the entire first day and (there was about 6 bikes) were all soaked though.

we arrived at the booked motel to be told they didn’t have our booking. We tried a couple more, and eventually one allowed us to stay sharing a room.

we decided to go home the following day. Drenched again

CyanMaker · 03/06/2025 01:47

A friend made the arrangements for us to go to what she thought was a mountain resort for singles. We were hoping to have a wild weekend of endless fun. It turned out that we were the only young people there.I'd say that everyone was over 60. We changed the name of the resort from Fernwood to Fossilwood. (lol)

Salumthecat · 03/06/2025 04:59

I thought my holidays had mostly been great except for the odd bit of bad weather. I just remembered an awful trip to Majorca and I must have been subconsciously suppressing the memories.

I’d been seeing a man I met OLD for a couple of months, he insisted we went away together and I was desperate for a holiday so stupidly agreed.

I thought we’d be flying from the nearest airport but he’d booked flights from an airport 120 miles away to save £40, I had to get up at 3am to set off and then his ex girlfriend was giving us a lift but they were sharing the driving.
I sat in the back and fell asleep, they chatted the whole way but apparently I was rude for not staying awake listening.

My ex tried to insist I just took hand luggage but I paid to bring a case, he then wanted to put loads of his stuff in my case. I agreed reluctantly to avoid an argument but I wish I hadn’t…

I’m a nervous flier and always book and pay for seats at the front of the plane, my ex had booked seats right at the back despite knowing this.
One of the ladies from the cabin crew overheard me panicking and saying I’d have paid for better seats, they obviously felt sorry for me and offered us seats at the front. I was grateful and the extra leg room seats hadn’t been allocated anyway, my ex made a huge fuss about me being a big baby. I then wanted to buy something to eat and drink on the plane for the flight as I was starving and alcohol would have helped with nerves, my ex lectured me for spending my own money so I ignored him and got a bit tipsy.

We arrived at the hotel and it was huge and in a semi circle shape with the rooms and corridors looking identical, the bathroom was tiny and behind a folding door right next to the bed.

My ex unpacks his small “hand luggage” case and pulls out 4 stuffed toys. He then proceeds to name them and pretend they are talking to me, I was drunk and laughed and he sulked.

I had never noticed before that he didn’t drink much alcohol, he was often driving and never objected when I drank. He suddenly admitted he had issues around women drinking and said he’d noticed I’d “hammered the booze” on the plane. I’d had 3 small bottles of wine and had been a bit tipsy but wasn’t pissed as a fart like he was implying. We were all inclusive and he requested I “knock the drinking on the head”.

We went to eat and then he wanted to go to bed, I agreed as I was pretty tired from the early start. We were in bed by 8.30 at night. He snored.

The next morning I woke up dreaming I was in a pig sty, the most foul smell you can imagine was filling the room like fog, I then heard the toilet noises. Ex came breezily out of the loo declaring he’d just “dropped the twins at the pool”. I was literally retching and he sulked saying it’s normal for shit to stink - it is but not like that.

I wanted to lie by the pool, he wanted to go hill climbing, in the end he stormed off alone and I had a lovely day.
He wanted to go to bed at 8.30 again so I said I’d join him later, I stayed in the bar chatting with other brits which pissed him off.

Final straw was the last day when we went to the beach, I left my purse in the hotel and wanted an ice lolly for €2 My ex said I was ridiculous as we were all inclusive but these were amazing lollies that were made from frozen fruit slices, I went back to the room for my purse.

I forgot which room number we were in and got lost and confused coming in from a different entrance, it took me 20 minutes and my ex decided I must have been shagging someone else.

On the way home I got more lectures about spending MY money in duty free and buying a meal and drink in the airport, my ex had filled his pockets with warm breakfast buffet meat and cheese and declared me “addicted to spending”.

I earned good money and could afford to spend money on myself!

A baby screamed the whole flight and I’m convinced it’s because my ex was farting. His ex then picked us up and they shared driving again. I listened to some of their conversations this time and she asked my ex “did the waffle brothers and stan and jan enjoy the trip?”
I couldn’t work out what she was on about then realised it was the names of the stupid stuffed toys he’d brought.

I assumed my ex had also seen the holiday as a disaster and was prepared to split up, when I mentioned it a few days later he cried and cried and begged me not to end the relationship.

It put a bit of a dampener on Majorca for me so I haven’t been back, the smell of the toilet in that hotel will haunt me till the day I die.

Wakeywakey678 · 03/06/2025 05:04

The holiday abroad that we never made it on because me and DC had horrendous d&v!!! 😭 Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!!!

2021x · 03/06/2025 05:53

Wierd holiday last year. I am in NZ so I thought I would just go to Sydney find a nice hotel and chill, like a resort or something. I had injured my achilles a couple of weeks before so I couldn't do any walking.

I ended up at this old Quarantine station about 15-20 drive from one of the beaches. The rooms were the old quarantine rooms so had floor to ceiling doors, so I had to change in the cupboard, and you had a private bathroom but it was like a camping bathroom, and a camping toilet that you had your own key for. I am all for an adventure but it was so spooky.

They had a private beach,and it was full of "company" retreats who searching for burried treasure or something. As it was the middle of the week all of the places to eat were shut. Some of the "relaxation" rooms had been set up like they would have been back in the day when it was being used a quarantine station.

It was so bizarre, even the staff were like this is the wierdest place I have worked. If they had a swimming pool/jacuzzi and a few bikes to get around the place in it would have been perfect.

honeylulu · 03/06/2025 08:30

Raining ... mothafucka song, love it 😂😂😂

I've posted mine before but worst hols were:
Tunisia, May half term. Absolutely freezing, windy and raining some of the time. Set foot outside the hotel a couple of times and got so much hassle it was awful and kind of menacing. We were in a bad, strained place with our marriage as another round of fertility treatment had failed and divorce was raised in one of our many arguments. Our son was mad about trains and was delighted that there was a level crossing opposite the hotel. The first two mornings we dutifully went and stood at the crossing with him so he could watch trains go by. The hotel security guard watched us (three morose silent people standing at a railway track) and looked increasingly concerned and eventually ordered us to go back inside.

Then there was the Eurocamp holiday in SW France a couple of years before. BIL had terminal cancer and it was expected that he only had a few more weeks to live so H was understandably downcast. After the first few days he realised he hadn't had any updates from PIL so phoned home and found out that BIL had died the day after we left. I tried to give him some space (he hates talking about feelings and "fuss") but the weather had turned and it rained constantly so we were holed up in a mobile home with me trying to quietly entertain a 3 year old. It was end of season so most of the park restaurants and the shop closed. We had no car and were just stuck. There nearest town was a couple of miles walk. We went there one day and the only "attraction" was a Reptilarium where several large crocodiles eyed us hungrily. Oh and there was also a forest park with lots of small monkeys - we were given a list of rules for walking through ie no bags etc but the most alarming one was "don't bend over in front of the monkeys". I thought bloody hell what is going to happen to us! About 3 days before the end there was a huge surge of new guests, all Irish, because the Pope was coming to visit Lourdes nearby. As a result the shop and pizzeria opened again thank goodness.

Some other holidays ought to have been shit (crap accommodation and/or weather) but we ended up having fun for bizarre reasons and creating some fab funny memories. The worst ones have definitely been down to being in a bad place emotionally. If I'm in good spirits I can always look on the bright side!

Myotherusernamesafunnyone · 03/06/2025 08:38

Northern France would always be a risk in May- average temp about 16, southern however and you were unlucky, the Cote D’Azure is around 21+ or more towards the end of the month.
So sorry you had a rubbish time OP. x

Starlight1984 · 03/06/2025 09:29

5amisthenew7am · 01/06/2025 08:28

PMSL at “pass the stick in the pool”!

Same 😂Also at

I just drank wine and beer to keep my buzz going.

Been there done that! Went to Cuba for 10 days and it rained non-stop so sat in the hotel bar drinking and playing cards the whole time. Wasn't the worst holiday ever but I could have done that at the local pub and saved myself about £4k 😭

Puzzledandpissedoff · 03/06/2025 10:02

Solaire18381 · 02/06/2025 22:51

Experience related, rather than located, a couple of years ago we decided to "treat ourselves" and book Premium Economy long haul. Going there was fine. Coming home, flight delayed, tired, not looking forward to going home etc. To top it off couple with a baby on their lap in the row directly behind us, baby screaming most of the time.

I can understand why they'd booked PE to get more space when baby is on your lap but when you've paid a few grand more for a bit more "luxury" in what should be a quieter cabin, it's slightly annoying!

Even worse if you've shelled out for Business Class

The one and only time I did it another flight had been cancelled and they transferred a lot of the bumped-off passengers onto our only 2/3 full aircraft ... a natural thing to do, except they put a couple of families with toddlers in the cabin with us

Needless to say the mums and dads were thrilled - the rest of us less so

Tuggle25 · 03/06/2025 12:28

@honeylulu

but the most alarming one was "don't bend over in front of the monkeys".

OMG howling at this 😄

TwinklyFawn · 03/06/2025 13:15

My worst holiday was when i went to the haven caravan park at Berwick. I slipped in the shower and i couldn't put any weight on my right leg. Anyway i had to phone an ambulance. When i got to hospital the doctor had a go at the paramedic for not taking me to the minor injuries unit although it was shut. I had an xray which showed nothing. Anyway i was discharged. Luckily patient transport was provided. When i tried to get in the caravan i was screaming in pain. Another ambulance was called. I was given gas and air and the paramedics managed to heelp me to get in the caravan. I spent the rest of the holiday shuffling about. My knee kept giving way. I phoned lner for assistance as i knew that i wouldn't be able to get on a train without a wheel chair. The lift was out of order at Berwick so a taxi was provided to Newcastle. Luckily lner paid for the taxi. A security guard helped me get out of the caravan.